You walk along a path edged by miles of forest. The light dances through the canopy and casts dappled shadows all around giving the area a mystical aura. After walking for what seems like forever, you finally find the Stream. It babbles quietly, small waterfalls empty into shallow craters where eggs bob around, caught in the safe, gently swirling current. Some get washed away to be carried further down, though they're soon replaced by others. Spoiler